Training Space

In the cabin on the return voyage.

Jin An silently opened the Training Space.

The space shifted, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared somewhere unfamiliar.

[Please select training content]

After some thought, Jin An decided to continue tempering his body. Quantitative change would eventually lead to qualitative change. He refused to believe he could not break through to 80 points.

He could not train Haki for the time being. Although he knew the training process, he did not have a teacher constantly guiding him like Luffy did.

Unless he encountered someone proficient in Haki. Then the Training Space could generate a replica.

That replica would possess all of the original person's training experience and could also serve as a sparring partner.

That was how he had learned Soru and Finger Pistol.

Unfortunately, he was currently in the South Blue. Let alone someone proficient in Haki, even people with Devil Fruit abilities were few and far between here.

Once he made up his mind, Jin An got to work on tempering his body.

The Training Space automatically changed scenes, becoming a small island filled with a dazzling variety of exercise equipment. There was even an arena-like area specifically meant for sparring against simulated opponents.

[Your physical talent is excessively abnormal. The system will increase the training volume accordingly.]

[All items have been upgraded to the current limits you can endure.]

Without this system, Jin An felt that he would probably have peaked right from the start—at least in terms of physique—and would have found it difficult to improve further afterward.

Other skills could still be improved through time and effort, but after eating the Azure Dragon Fruit, ordinary training no longer had any effect on him.

Jin An did not waste any time and threw himself wholeheartedly into training.

Two hours passed in reality.

After using up his training time, Jin An walked onto the deck. The Marine base was right before his eyes.

"Major Jin An, Admiral Sengoku is looking for you."

Kuzan hurried over to Jin An, holding a military Den Den Mushi.

"Uh, answer it for me. Just tell him I'm not here..."

The moment Jin An saw the Den Den Mushi with frog glasses, his head began to ache. Whenever that thing rang, nothing good ever came of it.

Perhaps because they were both from the South Blue, that little old man Sengoku had somehow taken notice of him.

Although they had never met, they had dealt with each other quite a few times.

"But... this is already the third time..." Kuzan said weakly.

Jin An waved a hand. "So what if it's the third time? Just tell him I'm not here..."

"I already used that excuse when he called the second time." Kuzan looked miserable.

Jin An found that strange. "If you already said it, why would he call a third time?"

Sengoku had never called more than twice before. That excuse had worked every time. Could something really be urgent?

"I let something slip earlier... He said you had to answer the third call..." Knowing he had made a mistake, Kuzan's voice grew quieter and quieter.

"It's fine. Give me the Den Den Mushi."

Jin An knew he could not avoid it. He took the Den Den Mushi from Kuzan and headed toward the cabin.

"Finally found the time to acknowledge me, Major Jin An?"

The furious roar he had expected never came. Instead, the Den Den Mushi faithfully reproduced Sengoku's sarcastic expression.

"I thought that after becoming a major, you no longer had any regard for an admiral from Headquarters. Want me to just hand my position over to you?!!!"

Jin An rolled his eyes. He could tell at once that the old man was being sarcastic...

"Do you have any respect for me at all..."

"Do you have any respect for Marine regulations??"

The more Sengoku spoke, the angrier he became. The Den Den Mushi was practically about to spray saliva all over Jin An's face...

Jin An silently moved the Den Den Mushi farther away from himself...

At Marine Headquarters, Sengoku saw Jin An's disgusted expression through the Den Den Mushi. He stiffened... His fists stiffened...

What Jin An did not notice was that Kuzan and several Marines were pressed against the door, eavesdropping with gleeful expressions.

The major had been caught slacking off again.

"You brat..." Sengoku rubbed his forehead helplessly. "When you come to Marineford to receive your appointment, just wait and see what I..."

Jin An picked at his ear. He had heard that line no fewer than three times; his ears were practically callused from it...

Then keep your word and promote me already. All you do is make empty promises...

(The same rank at Headquarters and at a branch differed by half a rank or more in authority and status.)

Inside the room, their conversation finally reached the main point.

"Leonard, who previously oversaw South Blue affairs, has reached retirement age."

"We have decided to select someone to temporarily take over his position. You may recommend some candidates to me."

Jin An, who had originally sat up straight, sank back into the soft sofa and took a sip of water from the table beside him.

When he heard the first half, Jin An had thought he was about to get promoted...

After all that, it was still just another job...

"This is a matter of great importance, so we naturally need to be cautious."

Sengoku's lips trembled as he struggled to calm himself. This guy would not act unless there was something in it for him.

"I recommend that I take over this mess," Jin An volunteered without the slightest hesitation.

"..."

"You brat, were you even listening to me?!!! We need to evaluate you! Do you understand? Evaluate!"

Finally unable to endure it any longer, Sengoku flew into a rage and grabbed the Den Den Mushi, unleashing a torrent of spit.

Even the sheep eating paper nearby was startled and hurriedly swallowed the scrap in its mouth.

"I'm informing you, not asking! A list will be delivered to you shortly. Go evaluate them properly!"

Brrr...

The Den Den Mushi, which had just been spraying spit everywhere, suddenly fell silent. Sengoku could no longer stand Jin An and directly hung up.

He swore that from now on, whenever he discussed matters with this brat, he would try to settle everything in a single sentence.

Otherwise, he would probably die young...

"Hahaha, Sengoku, Jin An got the better of you again, huh?" A hearty laugh came from outside the office.

Before Sengoku could answer, the visitor walked right in, grabbed the rice crackers on the desk, and began stuffing his face.

Sengoku immediately put on a pained expression. The young one had barely finished causing trouble, and now the old one was here to make a mess too.

"Get out!"

"Put down the rice crackers! I haven't even had one yet!"

Sometimes, he truly wanted to grab a blade and start chopping people...

While the two continued bickering, the Marines standing guard did not dare say a word, afraid they would fail to hold back their laughter.

Before leaving, Garp glanced from the corner of his eye at a file lying on the desk.

Name: Jin An

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Devil Fruit Ability: Suspected Fish-Fish Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Azure Dragon Form

History: Four years ago, he suddenly appeared in the Sorbet Kingdom alongside Bartholomew Kuma and joined the Marines half a year later.

"He just hung up like that. He really can't take a joke..."

Jin An wiped the saliva from his face. He had always been an exemplary young man who cared for his elders.

Seeing Sengoku's stern face through the Den Den Mushi, Jin An had kindly tried to help him relax. Yet after only a few words, the man had run off.

"Ah, it's hard being a good person..."

Outside the door, several people stared at one another. Since when had the major done good deeds?

How did they know nothing about it...

"As expected of Major Jin An. He has been secretly doing good deeds while we weren't looking."

"Yeah. For the next Top Ten Good People vote, I'll definitely bring my wife and cast a vote for Major Jin An!"

Kuzan silently moved a little farther away from them. Whenever these people spoke, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He was not entirely sure what "good deed" Major Jin An was referring to, but after spending so much time with him, he did know one thing: this "good deed" was not a good deed.